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Two for Monday ~ Poems by May Sarton & e.e cummings

If old age is a house of gathering,Then the hands are full.There are old trees to pruneAnd young plants to plant,There are seeds to be sown.Not less of anythingBut more of everythingTo care for,To maintain,To keep sorted out,A profusion of peopleTo answer, to respond to.

But we have been ripeningTo a greater ease,Learning to acceptThat all hungers cannot be fed,That saving the world May be a matterOf sewing a seedNot overturning a tyrant,That we can do what we can.